super repus

Well...I think my picture says it all. I usually do not show my face. I keep it hidden under my white superhero mask, but I felt it is time to reveal myself (the last time I decided to "reveal" myself I got 6 months for indecent exposure). This is what you look like when you live in Po-dunk Florida. Yeah...I didn't always look this way. I used to look like I had some INTELLIGENCE. It starts off with the accent. Oh, yes...that wonderful southern hick-boy accent. Then comes the cap. Before you know it, you are aimlessly wondering around Walmart barefoot picking chicken out of your teeth trying to decide if you should go ahead and buy that 3 pack of underwear or wait until they get in some of the "value pack" 7 packs. But it does make for a good cover for my Superhero persona.

I had dreams once. Get some big degree...get an even bigger job. Be someone important and successful. Have a big family with a beautiful wife and be the envy of everyone in town. Now....if I get some smart-ass remark from some chick that thinks she is hotter than she really is and the only thing bigger then her bad attitude is her big ass, then I've pretty much had a good day. Nobody appreciates a superhero anymore. Especially the gas station attendants. Geez...walk in with a couple of rayguns wearing a mask and they get all paranoid. Can you say "profiling", hmmmm Apu? (By the way, your Slurpee machine needs filling).

I remember a time when things were not like this. I was a superstar. I carried the hopes of so many. .. I guess the world just doesn't need a bubbleheaded action hero anymore.

But I'm not down. Oh no. I know that my day will come again. When the world will be ready for a superhero. Someone to come save the day. I'll be ready.....I won't let you down again....(play superhero music here)